Chapter 2.

"Hmmph" Sherlock hated being drugged "UGHHHHHHHH" he tried to move is arm, slowly, but it was still paralyzed. 'Oh.' The memories came flooding back all at once, how he jumped off Bart's, got taken away by Molly then drugged. He sighed. "MOLLY!" He called but he didn't need to, to his side he saw a young brown haired, asleep. He laughed at her, and began prodding her forehead until she woke up. "OI!" she yelled which only made Sherlock sniggered more "Quit it" Molly murmured. She had forgotten that she wasn't at home but with Sherlock. She landed a neat fist on top of his head " Ouch" groaned Sherlock " well at least your awake" said Molly, her tone suggested that she didn't mind but in her head she was so relived that he was awake, that she just hug him forever. Whatever chemicals were in the sedative (Sherlock made) must have been really strong as it knocked him out for several days. "How long had I'd been out?" the dreaded question, Molly knew she couldn't get away with lying to Sherlock, but it was worth a try "Only a couple of hours" she said innocently "Molly, tell me the truth." She looked down "it is the truth, Sherlock" she said. Molly hated the fact that Sherlock looked so helpless after he had been drugged by her "Sorry about that" "It's okay, I needed it." Sherlock stated and stood up.

His knees gave way and he fell to the ground "Molly, Why can't I stand?" Sherlock asked "Did you give me more than 20mls of the sedation? Molly looked away and blushed "well…." She stuttered "Molly what did you do?" He demanded "Well, you woke up, yelled for John and started running at the walls." She held up her phone "I had to do something otherwise you might have hurt yourself badly" Molly shuddered at the thought and looked down" "it's okay you will be walking in a few hours." She reassured him "Ugh. Have you heard from John?" he said desperately "Pleeeaaasseeee Molly." Sherlock whinged and tried to grab the mobile which was held loosely in her left hand "No! Sherlock, the plan could crumble if you called now, and it is still possible that Moriarty's men could still be watching him?!" she yelled and pushed him over "Molly!" Sherlock yelled back but he voice had a noticeable tone of desperation "Give it" he tried the snatch the phone again "No." Molly stated her voice had a stern tone.

There was a few moments of silence, they both a guilty faces Sherlock looked up at Molly. Molly didn't look up.

"AGHHHHHHH!" yelled Sherlock "GIVE IT OVER MOLLY!" Molly took out another needle and with that she attempted to stab him, Sherlock noticed before she was anywhere near him and grabbed her arm "fine, I'll stop asking!" He saw defeat when he knew it. "Thank you." Molly sighed and sat down "what are we going to do Sherlock?" "Wait." "For how long though?" Sherlock paused "well about 2 months that way the funeral will have taken place I" he quoted "had been buried, Moriarty's gunmen will leave and we can go back to normal life, Molly." Sherlock finished "Okay." Molly replied. She turned away.

'Huh, I thought she would be a bit more resistant than that.' He thought to himself. Sherlock lay down and went to sleep, he didn't know but Molly was sitting in the corner, crying softly.